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Hey guys sorry I haven’t posted in a while, it’s been a weird couple of months but hey.

Here is the first chapter of a little project I’ve been working on. Please let me know what you think :).

Sierra.

His eyes, dark and haunted, tear their way through my honey coloured soul. “Give me what I want, Sierra.” His voice like pained ice picks slices through my confidence as his freezing breath burns my face. “I can’t.” His blue lips stretch in to a cruel smirk. “You can’t, or you won’t. You have one of two choices, give it to me or give me something else. Something precious to you.” My anxious breath turns shallow. What could he possibly want that I can give him. “What?” A fierce and treacherous cackle escapes his blue lips. “Isn’t it obvious? Sierra my dear.” The way he says my name sends shivers up my spine. He disgusts me but I will do anything, anything to protect the ones I love. It’s my own fault. If I hadn’t, oh if only I hadn’t gone to him. But I had no choice, it was me or her. “Just tell me what you want, I’ll do anything, I’ll give you whatever I can.” Tears warm on my now cold cheeks  roll down  my porcelain skin. He moves his icy thumb to my face and smudges it away. The act usually so lovely looks so wrong and vile coming from him. “I want your love. I want you, I want you to love me. Nothing else will suffice, nothing else will pay your debt. Well, apart from our original deal.” Shock radiates through me, I could never love him. I’m already in love, he is asking of me something I cannot give. I could never force myself to love someone so evil, so cruel, so vile. “I, I can’t.” His hopeful and calculating blue eyes turn black and furious. His attempt at a casual smile breaks and turns into a growling snarl. “Then the deal is broken, you’re a fool Sierra, a fool.” He loosens his grip on  my shoulders and drops me to the floor. He turns his back and begins to stomp away. “Wait, please.” I cry the tears in my eyes apparent in my voice. He hesitates but doesn’t turn around. “Please, what else can I give, please. Don’t take it back oh please. I’ll do anything, but that. He scoffs and carries on walking. “Waaaiit, pleaase I beg you.” He turns back to me this time his arms crossed and a scowl settling on his brow. “I have told you what I want, I have been kind and given you two options, I am not usually so kind to those who refuse my offers. I will not settle for anything else. Let me have your love or give me what you originally promised, make your choice now, or I will leave and take with me what you desire so much. This is your last chance.” I let my body collapse on to the dirty ground. I’ve given up. He taps his tattered leather boot on the floor impatiently, tuts and begins to leave again. “Fine!” I scream at the top of my lungs, stopping him in his tracks. He turns . I look up into his dark blue eyes. An unsure smile plays at the corner of his chapped lips. “I’ll give you what you want.” A victorious grin spreads wide and glorious across his lips, but then falters. “Which are you going to give me.” I glare at him my hate and spite getting the better of me. I take a deep breath, and try to gather myself but the tears defeats me. “I’ll give you my love.” His smile returns and he rushes towards me. Gathering me up into his arms. “You won’t regret this, The deal is struck, you will have your wish.” He pulls his head back to look at my face. His eyes linger on my lips and my stomach turns. Before I can push him away his lips are on mine. Pulling me in. The stench of self hatred and dust suffocates me. I try to break free but it’s no use. The stories lied he is not as weak as he seems.  He is incredibly powerful. After a long torturous while he breaks the kiss. His breathing heavy and hard against my skin. “You won’t regret this. You will come to love me, I will be a great husband to you I promise.” “Husband? What! I never agreed to that.” He glares but it soon softens. “You agreed to give me your love, and the ultimate portrail of love is marriage. That is what I wanted and meant when I said I want your love.” “B-but I never agreed to that. I-I…” His cruel but light cackle vibrates through my bones. “My love, you should have known never to make a deal with the ultimate trickster.

Raven.

The clicking and beeping of the machines that are keeping me alive disturbs my restless sleep. My body has been dying for weeks and weeks, I deteriorated and weakened for so long that I got to this point. Lying almost lifeless in a cold and foreign hospital bed. Waiting to die, surrounded by nurses and doctors and prematurely mourning family members. My mother and father, my aunts and uncles, my friends from school. All but the only person that truly mattered, my beloved sister, Sierra. Where has she gone, I don’t know. She was there on the day of my death sentence, she was there when they told me I couldn’t be saved, that the cancer had taken over my body. But then one day, she vanished, along with the cancer. My parents haven’t got a clue where she’s gone, and they don’t know why. She would have told me if she was in trouble. She would have told at least her boyfriend Duke. But no one knows a thing. No one except Sierra of course. I blink my honey green eyes open. Mother is sitting half asleep in a chair by my side. She smiles a weak smile when she notices that I’m awake. “Good morning sweet heart.” “Morning.” I mutter. I take a sleepy look around. It’s just her. I look at her for some sign that there’s news. But she just smiles apologetically. “Sorry honey,” I rest my head back down on the pillow. “The doctors said you can come home soon.       They said your recovery has been a miracle, that nobody has ever survived it like you have. They said that you where basically dead when it just stopped growing and retracted. You’re so lucky.” I roll my eyes at her. “No, I would have been lucky if I never got the disease in the first place.” She lowers her eyes, a look of guilt and grief mixed with relief fill in her honey green eyes.”  I pull her in to a hug. “your right, I am lucky. I’m lucky to be alive.” She sniffles and sighs. I’d feel sorry for her, I’d feel for us both if my mind wasn’t so preoccupied. I’ve got to find out what happened to my sister.